"We could take him along," Chi offers with the absolute certainty of someone who knows their suggestion will be rejected. "Maybe we'll accidentally lose him in the grocery store and then we won't have to worry about what to feed him any more."
"Because we'll be worried about finding him," Aster finishes. "And maybe about animal control getting on our cases for letting a wild penguin roam around unattended, and maybe we'll end up on the local news for introducing invasive flightless bird species or something." He lets out a long, dramatic sigh. "Seriously, where did this guy even come from? Does he have parents who are looking for him? Is there actually a secret family of penguins living in your apartment without your knowledge? Are they at least paying their share of rent?"
Chi doesn't have a chance to answer these questions - rhetorical as they may be - because in another moment, they answer themselves: another penguin, this one dark brown with pink markings, waddles out of her bathroom and promptly trips over her own feet.
Squeak.